Starry night floated in the sky, and the waning moon hung high in the sky.
A few wisps of autumn wind blew across the sky, bringing with it a whimper that echoed in Bai Zhi's ears.
Herb garden, in front of a house.
Bang!
Bai Zhirou did not knock on the door. Instead, she pushed the door open and walked in quickly.
It was already late autumn, and the house was very quiet. The stove was not lit.
Bai Zhirou's beautiful eyes were solemn. She looked up at the bed and saw Ning Chuan curled up in the quilt. His body seemed to be shivering because of the cold autumn night.
"Junior brother, junior brother?"
Bai Zhirou frowned slightly and raised her voice, trying to wake Ning Chuan up from his sleep.
However, something strange happened.
No matter how Bai Zhirou called out, Ning Chuan showed no signs of waking up.
This scene made Bai Zhirou even more suspicious.
Suddenly!
Bai Zhirou suddenly lifted the blanket wrapped around Ning Chuan, as if she wanted to witness the absurd guess in her heart.
Because according to Bai Zhirou's calculations.
In just the time for an incense stick to burn, if Junior Brother Ning was really the bloody-handed Tu Mo Jiuyou.
He did not have the time to change out of his black robe. Even if he was proficient in disguise, it was impossible for him to restore his original appearance in such a short time.
In the next moment.
A scene that made Bai Zhirou extremely embarrassed appeared.
Ning Chuan, who was under the blanket, was only wearing a thin undergarment. Because the blanket was lifted by Bai Zhirou, his body curled up and his bones trembled even more.
It was not Junior Brother Ning!
Bai Zhirou was stunned when she saw this.
However, when she suddenly woke up, she found that Ning Chuan's body was constantly trembling, especially his dull and honest face, which was a little red. This made Bai Zhirou shocked and she quickly put her jade-like hand on Ning Chuan's forehead.
He had a fever!
Junior Brother Ning caught a cold!
Feeling Ning Chuan's hot forehead, Bai Zhirou's expression changed. No wonder he didn't respond when she called him.
Bai Zhirou quickly covered Ning Chuan with the blanket again, her eyes showing a touch of guilt.
What was he thinking?
Why did he suspect that Junior Brother Ning was the bloody-handed Tu Mo Jiuyou?
At this moment.
Bai Zhirou blamed herself and felt that she was being ridiculous.
In the next moment.
She no longer let her imagination run wild. She hurriedly went out to bring firewood and lit the stove in the house. Then, she quickly went to the herbal garden and personally picked the herbs to cure the cold. She fried a bowl of steaming medicinal soup and personally fed it to Ning Chuan.
Perhaps it was because of the medicinal soup, Ning Chuan woke up slowly.
"Senior Sister Bai…"
Ning Chuan spoke weakly, accompanied by a few coughs. But before he could continue, Bai Zhirou hurriedly interrupted,"Junior Brother Ning, why didn't you tell me that you had contracted a cold?”
"Don't talk first. You should rest well these few days.”
Looking at the worried expression on Bai Zhirou's face, Ning Chuan felt a little awkward, but he still nodded and closed his eyes to continue sleeping.
But this time, Ning Chuan really fell asleep. He didn't lie at all.
...
Fortunately, Ning Chuan was shrewd enough.
He had expected Bai Zhirou to be suspicious and would come to the herb garden immediately.
However, Ning Chuan was prepared.
Flickering Light and Shadow was a top-notch lightness skill. In less than half a cup of tea's time, he had returned to the herbal garden. He changed his clothes, took off the human skin mask on his face, and returned to his original size with the Bone Shrinking Skill.
As for the various birthday gifts and treasures that he had snatched from the Sect Leader's Hall, they had long been thrown into the bottomless abyss on his way back.
Ning Chuan felt that he hadn't done enough. There was still a flaw that hadn't been solved.
This flaw was the stove in the room.
Everyone knew.
The late autumn night was very cold.
Previously, in order to make himself look like he didn't have any martial arts, Ning Chuan would light the stove every night and stay in the house like a mortal to keep warm.
Bai Zhirou was well aware of her lifestyle.
If she arrived and saw that the stove was not lit, she would definitely be suspicious.
He had no choice.
Ning Chuan could only pretend to be sick and pretend that he had caught a cold, and all of this made sense.
As expected!
The older the ginger, the spicier.
Ning Chuan's actions completely dispelled Bai Zhirou's suspicions.
As for making his forehead burn and making it look like he was infected with a cold, Ning Chuan could easily do that with his deep internal strength.
……
The night passed peacefully.
However, Bai Zhirou was a smart girl.
There was also an old saying that a woman's heart was like a needle in the sea. You would never be able to guess a woman's thoughts.
Although Bai Zhirou had dispelled her suspicion of Ning Chuan, she still placed her hand on Ning Chuan's pulse, wanting to test whether this Junior Brother Ning of hers had peerless martial arts.
However, she was still disappointed in the end.
Ning Chuan's Breath Holding Art was very magical.
Bai Zhirou couldn't detect the deep internal strength in Ning Chuan's body at all.
Until this moment.
Bai Zhirou was finally convinced that Junior Brother Ning had nothing to do with the blood-handed Tu Mo Jiuyou.
However, even Bai Zhirou herself did not realize that her beautiful eyes contained a deep sense of disappointment.
Perhaps!
In her heart, she hoped that this Junior Brother Ning of hers was the bloody-handed Tu Mo Jiuyou.
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